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Listen to Greetings from L.A. by Tim Buckley
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tim Buckley
Tim Buckley
Vocals
Jerry Goldstein
Jerry Goldstein
Percussion
Joe Falsia
Joe Falsia
Guitar
Robert Konrad
Robert Konrad
Violin
Chuck Rainey
Chuck Rainey
Bass
Reinie Press
Reinie Press
Bass
Jesse Ehrlich
Jesse Ehrlich
Cello
Carter Collins
Carter Collins
Congas
Ed Greene
Ed Greene
Drums
Chris Huston
Chris Huston
Remixer
Lee Underwood
Lee Underwood
Guitar
Eugene Siegel
Eugene Siegel
Saxophone
Paul Norros
Paul Norros
Saxophone
Ralph Schaeffer
Ralph Schaeffer
Viola
Louis Keivman
Louis Keivman
Violin
William Kurasch
William Kurasch
Violin
Clydie King
Clydie King
Vocals
Harry Hyams
Harry Hyams
Vocals
Lorna Willard
Lorna Willard
Vocals
Venetta Field
Venetta Field
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Buckley
Tim Buckley
Songwriter
Jerry Goldstein
Jerry Goldstein
Arranger
Joe Falsia
Joe Falsia
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Goldstein
Jerry Goldstein
Producer
Chris Huston
Chris Huston
Mixing Engineer
Stan Agol
Stan Agol
Engineer

Lyrics

I went down to the meat rack tavern And found myself a big ol' healthy girl Now she was drinkin' alone Aw what a waste of sin So I went on over to sweet talk that girl Lord I moved on in Lord I whispered come on and move with me Move with me move with me move with me darlin' Aw don't be shy I'm gonna mess witcha, mess witcha, mess witcha, Mess witcha, mess witcha mind Well, I don't care if you tell me you're married Cause I can be your man when your husband ain't home Now if he should walk in you just tell him I'm your houseboy And that you just can't stand to sleep here alone... no more I wanna move with you, move with you, move with you, Move with you darlin' I wanna mess witcha mess witcha mess witcha Mess witcha mind Well now he finally walked in And Lord that man filled up the doorway Well he grabbed me by my throat And he bounced me down the stairs And Lord I swear, he broke every bone in my body But it was worth every second that I was there Cause she would whisper to me... Move with me, move with me, move with me, Move with me darlin' I'm gonna mess witcha, mess witcha, mess witcha, Mess witcha mind Well now I
Writer(s): Jerry Goldstein, Tim Buckley, Gerald Goldstein, Timothy Charles Iii Buckley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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